In My Not-So-Humble Opinion

Once upon a time, in a kingdom placed so far away that almost everyone forgot it even existed, there was a storyteller.This storyteller was so good, that every story that he would tell would become reality. At first, when he was young, he was telling short stories, some of them were interesting, some of them were boring, but all of them were short, harmless. He needed to learn how to control his gift, he wanted to go slowly, experiment a bit, so he would tell stories about a small house in the forest, or about small floods of rivers in the mountains. Something that would ease his need to tell a story, and at the same time, be completely innocent. After a while, as he got older, he got bored, started telling stories about battles, mythical creatures, dragons with 3 heads, and as the time passed his attention to detail became bolder and more and more vivid. Slowly but surely, people started talking about this great storyteller who was able to create everything just by playing with w...

Wednesday, 11th of September 2013, 11:17 AM. Hannah posted another one of her photos on Instagram, and in matter of minutes she had hundreds of likes.Praising comments all over the place.She was the queen of social networks,three profiles on Facebook,thousands of followers on Twitter and Instagram and all this because of her staggering beauty."All of these people", she thought."They all adore me".She felt so loved, so desired, sitting there among her plush toys and shiny trinkets, staring at her laptop... she felt as being on the top of the world. She never got this much attention from her friends (whom she sees so rarely),and I mean....who needs them anyway? When she goes to work she has her colleagues for a meaningless compliment, or some empty human contact, which she despised from time to time, and from time to time it just didn't matter cause that, she thought, is for the best.The people who truly love her were online, always there for her. Mike and Ji...